Chapter 5 #2
The question is cruel and perfect. My hole clenches around Jai’s finger, which is still inside me, shallow and teasing, and the want for both of them, Wyatt’s thickness and Jai’s length, splits me down the middle.
“Both,” I whisper. “I want both. I always want both. I can’t choose. Please don’t make me choose.”
Jai laughs, low and warm against my ear. “Greedy. I like it.” His finger pulls out, and the emptiness is worse than the stretch. My hole clenches around nothing, aching, and I push my ass back, seeking contact. “Wyatt’s had you twice already. My turn today.”
Relief floods through me, hot and immediate. My cock jerks against the mattress, leaking more pre-cum, and I sob into the pillow, a wet, broken sound that should be embarrassing and isn’t, because embarrassment is a luxury I gave up the moment Wyatt’s cock slid into my ass for the first time.
“On your knees,” Jai says. His voice has changed, smoother, harder, all the easy swagger stripped out of it. “Ass up. Show me that pretty hole.”
I scramble onto my knees, face down, ass up, pushing my knees apart until I’m spread open for him. I love being this exposed to them. My cock hangs between my legs, hard and dripping, and my hole is right there, pink and wet from Jai’s finger, clenching empty.
“Look at that,” Wyatt says. His hand lands on my lower back, warm and steady. “Virgin asshole, two days ago. Now it’s begging for cock. We did that, Jai.”
“Team effort,” Jai says. The cap of the lube snaps open.
Cool slick drizzles between my cheeks, running down my taint, pooling beneath my balls.
His thumb circles my hole, spreading the lube, and the pressure is electric, not quite inside, not quite outside, a teasing promise that has me shaking.
“You ready for me, Cade? You sure? My cock’s bigger than it looks. ”
“I’m sure,” I gasp. My forehead is pressed to the mattress, my fingers clutching the sheets. “Please. I need it. I need your cock. Please, Jai, please fuck me.”
His cock presses against my hole, and the stretch is instant: thick, burning, my body fighting the intrusion. Jai is bigger than Wyatt in length, the head wide and smooth beneath the foreskin, and my hole clenches tight, refusing to yield.
“Breathe,” Wyatt says. His hand rubs slow circles on my lower back. “Breathe through it. Let him in.”
I breathe. Jai’s cock pushes forward another inch, and the burn radiates through my pelvis, sharp and consuming.
I whimper, a high, broken sound that would mortify me if anyone else could hear it, but the only people who can hear it are the two men currently wrecking me, and they’re the reason I’m making the sound in the first place.
“Good boy,” Jai murmurs. His hands are on my hips, holding me steady, his thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of my spine. “So tight. So fucking tight for me. You feel that, Cade? That’s my cock stretching you open. That’s me taking what’s mine.”
Another inch. This time the stretch is even better, my body already learning what it needs. The pleasure is more intense without the pain, as if every thrust targets the spot that makes me come undone.
Wyatt takes my cock in his hand and strokes it slowly. Jai’s cock stretches my ass, Wyatt’s hand works my dick, and my head drops forward against the mattress. A sob tears out of me, wet and helpless.
“Look at you,” Wyatt says. “Taking that cock like you were built for it. Weren’t you, Cade? Built to be fucked.”
“Yes,” I sob. The word is barely audible, crushed between the mattress and my shaking breath. “Yes, built for it. Your fuckhole. Just your fuckhole. Please. Please don’t stop.”
Jai bottoms out. His hips press against my ass, his cock buried to the hilt, and the fullness is total.
I’m stuffed, packed full, his length pressing against something deep inside me that makes my vision blur.
My cock pulses in Wyatt’s hand, pre-cum slicking his fingers, and I’m making sounds of need I don’t recognize.
“Fuck,” Jai groans. His hips shift, a shallow thrust that drags his cock through the tight clutch of my ass, and it sends a shock through my system. “You feel that, Cade? That’s me inside you. That’s my cock in your hungry ass. Hard to believe you were just a virgin. You’re mine now. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp. The words come out wrecked, raw, stripped of everything except truth. “I’m yours. I’m both of yours. Please use me. Please fuck me.”
Jai pulls out slowly, his cock dragging against my rim, and the emptiness is worse than the stretch. My hole clenches around nothing, aching, and I push my ass back, desperate.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please. I need it. I need your cock. I need to be full. Please.”
Jai’s hand connects with my ass, a sharp, stinging slap that makes me jolt and cry out, and then his cock drives back in, one hard thrust that buries him to the hilt, and I scream.
The sound is primal, torn from somewhere deep in my chest, and it doesn’t stop.
It rolls through me as Jai starts to fuck me in earnest, his cock pistoning into my ass with long, deliberate strokes that hit that spot inside me on every thrust. Wyatt’s hand works my cock in rhythm, his grip firm and sure.
Jai fills me, Wyatt strokes me, and the pleasure is so intense it consumes the usual noise of thoughts and formulas in my brain.
“Good boy,” Wyatt murmurs. He fists his free hand in my hair, tugging gently. “Take it. That’s it. That’s our slut taking cock like he was born for it.”
Jai’s rhythm breaks first. His thrusts go short and hard, his fingers digging into my hips, and his voice frays. “Cade. Fuck. I’m close.”
“Me too,” I gasp, and Wyatt’s fist tightens on my cock, matching Jai stroke for stroke.
The pressure gathers low in my spine, and Jai slams deep and holds, his cock pulsing, flooding my ass with heat, and I go over with him, spilling across Wyatt’s fingers, my hole clamping down hard enough to drag one last groan out of him as we shake through it together.
We collapse in a sweaty tangle. Jai stays inside me while our breathing slows, his chest heavy against my back, his mouth lazy at the nape of my neck.
Wyatt wipes his hand on the ruined sheets and pulls us both against him, and I lie there between them, full and wrung-out and held, while Jai murmurs about how good I did and Wyatt strokes my hair until my heartbeat finally settles.